I figured, why not I share mine too. Mine would probably be when I was actually feeling suicidal over my parentās decision to divorce each other. And then I told my mum that I just canāt cope with all these mess that theyāre in. And then she starts scolding me and telling me why I canāt be as strong as she is in coping with all the these issues.
I appreciate you sharing your painful moment Jun Rongā¦thatās not an easy situation to be in.
I donāt know about āthe mostā painful for meā¦if I thought about it Iād have a very long listā¦lol.
I often lament that my memory is very poorā¦I just donāt remember a lot of events in my life and in some regards that makes me very sad. In particular there are lots of things my children will bring up and I just donāt remember them.
However, years ago I realized that there is an upside to a poor memory. For one thing itās hard for me to hold grudges toward people. You need to have a good memory to hold onto all those times youāve felt hurt or slighted by people. The same applies to other negative eventsā¦I very often just donāt remember them unless Iām reminded by someoneā¦lol.
Hmmmā¦I think I was about 16 when I was told by a guy that I really liked that I would make a great mother but not a girlfriend. I guess that was my first back-handed compliment too?!?!
Youāve never understood me.
Try for years to understand someone, and then on their exit they assert you donāt understand, and never have.
I guess true and painful.
Not sure MOST painful. Like Glenn I am grateful to have a āselectiveā memory.
Being with you is just TOO GOOD. I cannot bear to go back to rest of my life after spending time with you. I canāt see you anymore.
Back-handed compliment, and heart-breaking.
From one of my brotherās friends when I was 14:
Youāre so fucking ugly I donāt know how you can stand looking in the mirror every morning.
I think it was made even worse that my brother and his other friend there said absolutely nothing in my defense.
I cried and tapped through the whole video. So many hurtful messages came up. Iām not even sure which was the worst. Maybe when my mother told me that she spent so much money on my surgeries that she couldnāt afford to have another baby. Or when my mother told me she loved my brother more than me. I pretty much healed these but there are more layers.
You are all so brave for sharing your hurts.
Wow⦠deeply appreciative of everyoneās sharing of their painful moments. I guess reading and knowing about everyoneās hurt gave me the space and knowledge of such a commonality in experience. In that, it is all too relatable, and strangely, āunifyingā (Iād say). Love to everyone for their bravery and their vulnerability! (I would like to say that I too, hold space and safety for these matters! :ā) )
I appreciate that you shared the video. You find good topics and videos
Comment from an anonymous troll on a video interview I did in the media as an openly trans person.
āSorry, Pinocchio. We all know you are not a real boy.ā
Comment said online to my close trans friend who was a plaintiff in a trans discrimination case. I know its her worst.
āWouldnāt suicide have been cheaper?ā
āā¦but names will never hurt meā¦ā
Eeek! I so hate that old statement. Names hurt me a lot more than sticks or stones ever didā¦
I too have many that I can list. I guess one that comes forefront in my mind at this moment is my mum looking me in the eye and saying āI hate youā because I went against her decree and risked her threats.
Thank you for sharing Jun. Iāve experienced the exact same from my mum, on more than one occasion, in very similar situations.